The Cursed Gift

Chapter 2

"What would you give to escape yourself?" I took my hands from my lap and placed them on the ground, taking a deep breath and saying with clarity: "I would give everything." The voice went quiet, before starting to talk again after a bit. It felt weird, different as if it had emotions. It said: "Would you give every last thing you own, even your memory?" I answered: "Yes, I would. I don't want to remember." Suddenly the light, which I had seen my whole life flickered and started to grow. I stood up, pushing myself up on my arms. My legs hurt and it was difficult to stand, but I managed to keep my balance, stretching my arms out a bit. The light slowly changed its form, turning into the shape of a shining blue woman. She walked toward me and stopped right in front of me, looking at me as if she'd met me for the first time. She had long wavy hair, reaching her hips. Her eyes were small but had a depth to them that scared me. When I looked into her eyes, I could see sorrow, love, wisdom, and heartbreak, which I all knew very well. Her nose was slightly upturned and her lips were thin, forming a heart shape. She wore a short dress, which looked like a piece of cloth lightly wrapped around her thin, tall body. Her feet were bare and she wore three bracelets on her left wrist, which made a clinging voice whenever they touched. The sound then echoed, sounding like a beautiful bell. There was a light blue light surrounding her, making her seem like a goddess from a world far away. She took a deep breath and looked right into my eyes, right into my soul. I couldn't look away from her captivating sight. When she started speaking, her voice was soft and reminded me of the birds I used to watch in my backyard in the morning. "Would you pass the curse on to someone else, if that meant you would be freed? Would you give up everything? Would you risk everything, only for the cause of you not having to be here anymore?" She watched me closely, trying to examine me for any sign of hesitance, but there was none left in me. I knew, that someone else would have to suffer, but how could I protect someone who I didn't know and would never know. Would I have been any younger, I would've probably declined, knowing that I would do the right thing, but having so many people do me wrong, I forgot how it feels to see someone laugh because you are there. I forgot what the reason for life is and why some have everything while others suffer only for being alive. Maybe deep down buried under all the suffering, there was compassion, but I fought it with all the strength that was left in me. I wanted to leave, no matter the cost. I already tried taking my life, but something always kept me from dying. There was nothing left that I wouldn't do to leave. I looked straight into her bottomless eyes and told her: "There is nothing I wouldn't do and you know that. After what I've gone through, there's no compassion left in me."